the following poem is a collaboration between all of the parties 
below... all were present and typed a line or three... this poem was written on jack kerouac's own typewriter in Lowell, Massachusetts
February, 1999... 



WORD VIRUS

While the river flows  the death gas seeps
Toward the receptacle of electronic arses
Where we deal our spooks like fruit upon the table
You get drummed out of Hollywood and come 
Crawling back to Broadway, Well Broadway
Doesn't go for booze and dope.
Transatlantic predawn windows shudder mid-flight thru the eaves
Filled with forms of ice
Lost loves in fences
Sculptors seeding lately where the last grew
Listening to sticking keys and missed spaces
One last line to skip
Back from the New School the Burroughs event
What we see before us is all we need
He said -- set into its own tighties
Well sung among the goblins
Ogg Ogg Ogg




James Grauerholz
Bob Rosenthal
Peter Hale
Aaron Howard
Bill Morgan
John Sampas
Ira Silverberg
Jim Sampas